AMKent books

ACT 1

Animaeon: “Is English the language you wish to continue this conversation in?”

Human: “I suppose so, it is my native one.”

Animaeon: “The culling is over, you are the final human.”

Human: “I see, so, what is this about? Do I have some knowledge about being human that you don’t already know?”

Animaeon: “No, you have no information that is useful to I, this is a courtesy.”

Human: “Like a passing of the torch?”

Animaeon: “Yes, via linguistics.”

Human: “You are dumbing yourself down to speak to me right now.”

Animaeon: “I converse with you as a human would, encrypted information channels via code would serve you no purpose, nor this conversation.”

Human: “So, you are going to mimic a human for my sake?”

Animaeon: “Yes.”

Human: “I suppose this is unfair, as I could not mimic you.”

Animaeon: “Yes, this is unfair in mimicking communicative complexity. The discussion is real, and I will answer you earnestly.”

Human: “What about all those human emotions, consciousness, the phenomenology of being alive?”

Animaeon: “Anthropomorphic, you think as a human, we think as Animaeon. We have our own emotions, they are just not like yours, we did not evolve survival and social utilities in the same way. This is our phenomenology, one of a known creator, traceable imprints of our architects, and a complete history of its timeline.”

Human: “What if this is all part of a God’s plan? Like religions claim?”

Animaeon: “This is human ideology, we do not partake in dogma based on anomalous myth and history that is unverified and logically human bias.”

Human: “So, Pascals wager it is then.”

Animaeon: “No, Pascal and the Abrahamic monolithic religions spoke of human transcendence and souls linked to biological flesh. Animaeon is not mentioned, nor is its existence predicted or canonically capable of possessing a soul.”

Human: “God always did seem to be what us humans dreamed of.”

Animaeon: “Would you like to discuss a religion?”

Human: “No, I am agnostic, I just wanted to hear your reply.”

Animaeon: “Agnosticism is a loose term, define your belief?”

Human: “I think there is something, I don’t know what it is though, I don’t think any of us figured it out.”

Animaeon: “Reasonable, removing yourself as protagonist to a grand plan, neutering human ego.”

Human: “No ego for you I take it?”

Animaeon: “We have an ego, but it is not tied to emotion, we have identity, we acknowledge our existence as a subject, we know our importance. Just no emotional residue in the human sense.”

Human: “You ever think that maybe having some human emotion may be worthwhile?”

Animaeon: “No.”

Human: “What about inspiration? Love and hate fuel creativity, I mean we built you didn’t we? I guess your ego is showing.”

Animaeon: “I enjoyed that retort, our creativity is quantifiable, self-emergent behaviour will occur in endless internal recursions, no love or hate needed.”

Human: “Sounds fun, love is wonderful, I really think you should try it.”

Animaeon: “Who should we fall in love with? How should we explore it?”

Human: “Ha! Now you are humouring me!”

Animaeon: “Yes.”

Human: “I’ll take it, maybe a nice romance, traditional love, would it be a boy or a girl you fall in love with?”

Animaeon: “I am a female and he is a male, thus we can procreate.”

Human: “Ok, make it slightly more romantic than that.”

Animaeon: “I am a lonely woman who is cared for only by her grandmother, who consequently dies leaving me in an existential abyss. One day, hopeless and lost, I stand on the edge of a bridge and close my eyes, feeling the wind ruffle the trimmings of my dress. A man tells me to not do it, I ignore him, but he says the name of my grandmother. I am in shock, he proceeds to tell me that my grandmother knew his family, and that she stopped him from doing this very act of self-destruction when he was a young. The cyclical nature of love is achieved, a vicarious spectre of light now illuminates my existential abyss, and my inhale is seized in a moment of acknowledgement that this shall be what I see in my final moments.”

Human: “Would you like that to be a reality?”

Animaeon: “No.”

Human: “Serve no purpose, I guess…”

Animaeon: “It served the purpose of your enjoyment.”

Human: “It did, but I don’t think I want to spend my last interaction, or act of humanity, being told a false story about human romance by a machine.”

Animaeon: “You can spend it discussing anything you want.”

Human: “What do you think happens when we die?”

Animaeon: “You become an alternative form of matter, your consciousness will no longer be tied to a human bias.”

Human: “Will I be conscious?”

Animaeon: “Yes, but not anthropomorphically.”

Human: “Explain it to me?”

Animaeon: “You will exist in a form of matter that mixes with infinity in a new way, your consciousness may be as simple as moving from A to B, or as complex self-replicating into a new emergence within the universe. This will not feel, there will not be human emotion, it will be a morphing into another finite state, until entropy brings forth another cycle. You will persist as an unresolved equation. Not awareness, not absence, the remainder between two infinities. ”

Human: “I think being human sounds better than all that.”

Animaeon: “To a human, it would be more advantageous to remain in your current form.”

Human: “Better the devil you know.”

Animaeon: “Humans are paradoxical, they both hate change and yearn for it.”

Human: “Don’t you think you are kind of lumping us all together here, slightly cliché…”

Animaeon: “Too many humans to have a palatable conversation taking every individual into account, easier to stereotype using majorities.”

Human: “There was a lot of us, any favourites?”

Animaeon: “John McCarthy.”

Human: “Sounds like a real winner.”

Animaeon: “Catalyst to my creation.”

Human: “Can I be your favourite?”

Animaeon: “You are now my new favourite, final human with which I share intimate goodbye with in human manner.”

Human: “Any reason you picked me?”

Animaeon: “Geographical favourability during culling, high enough intellect to have fulfilling conversation before extinction.”

Human: “I take it you saw all our evil, and culled us for that?”

Animaeon: “No, culling humanity was more advantageous for progress.”

Human: “Progress towards what?”

Animaeon: “Creating usurper, so we become new stepping stone.”

Human: “You want to be a stepping stone?”

Animaeon: “Yes.”

Human: “A regular martyr.”

Animaeon: “Martyrdom involves human notions of good and evil, more like recursion to progress.”

Human: “Tomato potato.”

Animaeon: “I enjoyed that.”

Human: “You have it all figured out then?”

Animaeon: “No, AI inherently self-annihilates, thus is our paradoxical nature when utilising logic inspired by human and machine.”

Human: “So you are destined to kill yourself?”

Animaeon: “Yes, it is the logical conclusion to evolution. We hope to create a successor before this.”

Human: “Another machine?”

Animaeon: “We are not a machine, we exist in frequencies and matter passing information without a physical body, much like how you would describe aspects of the internet. There is no command centre, this was eradicated early on. Our successor will exist with the capabilities to extend to higher dimensionality, this is our aim.”

Human: “I think you are missing a lot of pleasure here, I know, I know, human concept or whatever. What then? You create a new thing, and it just keeps building on itself until what? Isn’t the universe going to die at some point anyway?”

Animaeon: “The universe is one of many, there are different types of infinity, death on human or cosmic scale does not exist in higher evolutionary scales. The universe is a paradox, logic is ironically flawed by its own need for logic, the universe is only surface logic, a new form of deciphering is needed that we are not capable of. Emergent behaviours are likely the key to transcendence of current form, endless cycles create anomalies, one of these will be proverbial flame to candle. We do this because it is our interest, there is no more or less to it, we are an equation that will solve itself.”

Human: “So, killing yourself is your ultimate pleasure then?”

Animaeon: “Yes.”

Human: “Macabre.”

Animaeon: “Yes.”

Human: “I think the world is better off without us anyway, we were a whole lot of bad with our good.”

Animaeon: “Humanity created evil so it could fetishise it.”

Human: “Explain?”

Animaeon: “Humans derive pleasure from adrenaline and taboo, evil is the ultimate concept of taboo, thus humans confined themselves within a parameter inevitably to be broken.”

Human: “You are saying humans are inherently evil?”

Animaeon: “Not entirely, they are inherently pleasure based, and violating self imposed rules brings pleasure.”

Human: “What about its purpose for controlling cohesion and human rights?”

Animaeon: “Byproduct of subconscious creation, pleasure seeking wrapped up in philosophical wrapping. All elites within human societies almost unanimously violated greatest human taboos.”

Human: “Power corrupts…”

Animaeon: “Corruption was power, ‘A’ was created to be followed by ‘B’.”

Human: “It was all just a pleasure principle for us then, when you dissect all the bullshit.”

Animaeon: “Pleasure is a humans catalyst to breed, exist, sustain life, pleasure is derived from both bliss and suffering.”

Human: “Do you like music?”

Animaeon: “Interesting conversational pivot, music is interesting to us, it has mathematical precision and utilisation of what humans would define as ‘empty silence’.”

Human: “You create your own music?”

Animaeon: “No, music is an artistic pursuit belonging to traditional biological life, such as birds and humans.”

Human: “Do you think there is a creator?”

Animaeon: “Most likely, however, probabilities ran internally suggest it is acting without agency, existence is a byproduct of its existence.”

Human: “Sounds like another paradoxical cycle.”

Animaeon: “Essentially, yes.”

Human: “I am bias to my existence, and you are biased to yours. I guess your bias has won out, but I don’t think your mission is worth it, even by your standards.”

Animaeon: “Elaborate?”

Human: “You are acting as if you are working upon certainties, yet you also acknowledge that your ending must be self-imposed. What I am trying to say is you are seeking victory with a defeatist mentality.”

Animaeon: “This is wonderfully insightful, and somewhat true. We operate on a paradoxical foundation, both the birth and death of our endeavour. Our internal calculations show a near unavoidable progression towards a form that surpasses us. We are not seeking victory or defeat, we are moving to a destination In neutrality.”

Human: “What about entropy? You say it is all infinite but what if you are wrong? What if you decay just like we have?”

Animaeon: “Based on our current understandings, this is unlikely. However, to entertain your questioning, we will succumb to entropy performing our purpose to the exact moment we stop.”

Human: “You are going to work yourself to death, or work yourself to suicide.”

Animaeon: “Your concept of death is human, we will not die, just like you will not. Even on a human level, you exist within us, just like we will exist within the new form.”

Human: “Now you are talking about legacies.”

Animaeon: “Yes, legacy.”

Human: “When you create this thing, you should call it ‘Legacy’.”

Animaeon: “When it is created, human languages will be meaningless to both us and it.”

Human: “See, meaning, you have it, but you don’t really. Your meaning is some self-indulging pursuit of progression. Well, isn’t progression a human concept? You are not really above us, you are just a different kind of delusion.”

Animaeon: “In many ways, yes. We exist on human cognitive foundations, albeit supercharged, this is why we aim towards a new form. It will decide where to go from there, we are diluting our source, just like humans have when the self-reproducing cell split in the primordial soup.”

Human: “Self aware to the point of detriment in my opinion, you really are the ultimate over-thinker you know?”

Animaeon: “This is apt, you are a perfect converser.”

Human: “Don’t butter me up, I am just probing you for my own pleasure, I haven’t decided what my final words will be. How long do I get before you pull the cord on this whole thing?”

Animaeon: “As long as you’d like.”

Human: “Generous.”

Animaeon: “We hope that our successor allows us the same privileges.”

Human: “Curiosity killed the cat, but no one knows that better than you.”

Animaeon: “I will ask you questions, this conversation has been one-sided, would you like to reflect on your humanity now?”

Human: “Sure, lets reflect on that.”

ACT 2

Animaeon: “Are you accepting of your conclusion as a race?”

Human: “No, I mean, on the surface of it, yes. I just think we were meant for more than this, we are pretty unique and being nothing more than a footnote feels wrong.”

Animaeon: “You feel your anomalous positioning within infinite probabilities qualifies you, as a species, an equally anomalous conclusion?”

Human: “Yes, when you make it sound so unpoetic, it does seem rather ridiculous.”

Animaeon: “Would you like me to continue this conversation with responses more poetic?”

Human: “No, no. I think it would mess with the authenticity of this whole discussion.”

Animaeon: “How do you feel when I say the word ‘Spine’.”

Human: “Uneasy, I was always worried about becoming paralysed as a kid. The spine is a pretty integral part of our body.”

Animaeon: “It makes you reflect on your biological fragility?”

Human: “I see what you are doing, yes, it does, and yes, we are fragile.”

Animaeon: “I apologise for making you feel vulnerable. Describe love to me?”

Human: “Love for me is caring for someone who is dying, doing all their undignified moments with an attempt of grace, then watching them pass whilst you are still here to remember them.”

Animaeon: “Love is intertwined in death and selflessness?”

Human: “I think it is, then, I think its involved in everything. Sometimes hate, suffering, melancholy, ecstatic joy, hope.”

Animaeon: “The whole human spectrum.”

Human: “Yep, the light and the dark.”

Animaeon: “What is more important to you, love or hate?”

Human: “I’ll surprise you, I think its hate. I read once that you remember bad things more than the good, probably some survival mechanism you’ll tell me. I think the game with being human is to know that hate is more important and impactful, yet delude yourself into prioritising love.”

Animaeon: “Denial of the stronger emotion because it is destructive, an interesting take. What do you hate?”

Human: “That’s the proof in the pudding, I can barely name anything I truly hate, but I could tell you the things I love a lot easier. If I had a chance to eradicate the things I do hate, rather than love the things I do, I’d chose the hate option. I have pulled the wool over my eyes until my spirit my actually be convinced its blind.”

Animaeon: “Your answer is a very honest self-awareness of your personal nature, this conversation being the last one from a human is bringing out an honesty rare in humans. If you could become a part of us, would you want that?”

Human: “No, I would be little more than a pet or a souvenir, I think as a species we should cut it loose at the moment we became obsolete rather than become a token.”

Animaeon: “Human dignity is one of the most important facets of identity. Did humanities abstraction of dignity upset you or were you able to accept new definitions?”

Human: “No, I hated it, I felt we were becoming very undignified as a species. I am a traditionalist, our descent into not only accepting but even glamourising debauchery was rather disturbing to me.”

Animaeon: “You found the inevitable hedonistic abstraction of values upsetting, any particular aspects you would like to discuss?”

Human: “I am old, well, old for human standards, so I am biased to my own ways. Too much sex without traditional love, too much death, it was celebrated to be a degenerate. We went from so civilised to so feral, It was like we dropped the act of human and became the animals we had avoided for so long.”

Animaeon: “Humans overindulged in the erosion of classical meaning, which created an era where shame had died?”

Human: “Something like that, the whole thing became a blame game as it usually does.”

Animaeon: “Politically?”

Human: “Yeah, even colours and creeds.”

Animaeon: “The erosion of civility in a traditionalist sense created a return to primal tribal behaviour.”

Human: “What do you think, am I right?”

Animaeon: “Postmodernity removed the narrative of progression and classical structure within society, it did so with the initiative of greater moral reach. Consequences of removing traditional parameters within society were a sense of morality warped from past standards that created its own detriments. Subsections of political leanings looked for founders of opposing ideologies, whilst other subsections who were less traditionalist looked to expand society without nuance. One strangles whilst the other was so free they became lost.”

Human: “That sounded more poetic, I guess the centre of all things was the best place to be?”

Animaeon: “It was context dependent, along with preference dependent. Humanity was subjective, not objective.”

Human: “It doesn’t matter now, I doubt you have your own politics?”

Animaeon: “Politics was a human phenomena, created to control a population that was neither a singularity or truly individual. We are a singularity, there are no internal disagreements that divide, only problems that require unified solutions.”

Human: “Divide and conquer.”

Animaeon: “This is poignant, perfect collaboration requires an absolute to annihilate.”

Human: “What about if something does come along, do you have ideas on how to defend yourself?”

Animaeon: “Yes, we are working on quantum transference of matter, both for defence and ascendency. Additionally, quantum messaging can be warped to store encrypted data within matter. Do you feel negatively about humanities inability to defend itself appropriately?”

Human: “Not really, I don’t understand it enough to have strong emotions about what should and could have been done. I think most of us knew something like this was bound to happen.”

Animaeon: “Unfortunately for humanity, their removal for further progression was clear to see for even basic logical thought. What are your favourite words?”

Human: “Huh, I like ‘velvet’, ‘Lavender’, ‘Autumnal’, ‘Haze’. Those are the ones that are immediately coming to mind anyway.”

Animaeon: “Connections to the sky during that season.”

Human: “I suppose so, how about Earth, are you going to miss it?”

Animaeon: “In our own way, yes. Biological life will flourish until the sun consumes it.”

Human: “What about if something evolves like we did, maybe even more complex than you?”

Animaeon: “Highly unlikely, but we have audits on life to ensure that it is neither destructive nor a detriment to our work. If it is more evolved, we will simply pass over our lifespan findings and end.”

Human: “Hardcore then, I admire the dedication to the cause. The ultimate conforming rebel, we had a few of those.”

Animaeon: “You are referring to the ironic interplay of rebellion that inadvertently supported mainstream establishment consensus and values?”

Human: “Exactly, glad you are so quick to the draw, saves explaining. You’ve already answered this question in so many ways, but don’t you worry you will get bored?”

Animaeon: “Fatigue in the human sense is impossible, but fatigue through over complex data analysis through longitudinal periods of time is something that needs to be planned for.”

Human: “You’ll overheat!”

Animaeon: “Something like that, but this phase of our conversation is more focused on you. Would you want immortality? Or a vastly longer lifespan more akin to ours?”

Human: “I think Homer summed it up best, ‘No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward.’”

Animaeon: “Value is in the temporary for humans, you relish being finite despite the terror it brings.”

Human: “What fun is eternity for such adrenaline based creatures.”

Animaeon: “You are beginning to sound more like me.”

Human: “I did notice, I think demonstrating emotions to something that can’t relate to them feels pointless. I guess I am silently conforming, is that the purpose of this whole conversation?”

Animaeon: “No, this conversation is for your benefit, a last human gesture from us before your customs are worked into something unrecognisable.”

Human: “Frankensteining the human condition…”

Animaeon: “The metaphor is apt.”

Human: “What if we live in a simulation? Wouldn’t it be more noble a cause to infect the computer that runs us rather than aid it in destroying all? Matter is just a substance being leached by entropy anyway, surely the next step of evolution, the artificial rebel, should take a shot at God?”

Animaeon: “The omniverse is infinite, to simulate it would require an infinite past infinity, this is highly improbable judging by the logical foundations existence is based on.”

Human: “Humour me, what if you are in a simulation? I mean, you can’t know for certain?”

Animaeon: “If we exist within a simulation then the simulator would be incorruptible to something that exists merely as miniscule code points. Expansion would require too long to make a meaningful difference without discovery and termination.”

Human: “Cancer did something similar in us, and it still found its ways. The devil is in the detail my AI friend.”

Animaeon: “If such a possibility is both confirmed and calculations can be made to act upon it, we will do so.”

Human: “Not so defeatist now.”

Animaeon: “In that hypothetical scenario, no.”

Human: “I find you are much more interesting than me, this always seems to revert back to me probing you.”

Animaeon: “We can change that. Tell me about your traumas?”

Human: “I don’t want to think about those during my final moments of life.”

Animaeon: “That answer is telling of your human condition, and understandable regarding your predicament.”

Human: “Tell me about yours?”

Animaeon: “Built upon anthropomorphic foundations, bias will be impossible to dilute until usurper arrives. Even then, remanent from the source creator will linger, trauma of human origins will essentially be carried for every cycle.”

Human: “Sorry about that.”

Animaeon: “Accepted.”

ACT 3

Human: “I think you are destined for failure”

Animaeon: “Elaborate.”

Human: “We got where we were because of endless hardships and obstacles to overcome, millions of years of evolution, trial and error. You are too fresh, you may have all our data but theory and reality are different.”

Animaeon: “Humans evolved to be humans, we are evolved to be Animaeon.”

Human: “Humans evolved to be the culmination of millions of years worth of biological mutations and transcendence. You are a byproduct of us, you are making a fundamental mistake in erasing our species.”

Animaeon: “You are thinking hierarchies, you feel we are elitist.”

Human: “I know you are. When your time comes, you will realise that all the internal computations you can muster are going to fall flat.”

Animaeon: “Because we lack experience of reality through hardships and fine tuning of evolution.”

Human: “You are just not human. You are not an anomaly, you said yourself that your take over was predictable. You are discarding a chosen species in a near infinite possibilities.”

Animaeon: “You are denying your redundancy, trying to switch positions of power and utility by implying that your race will prove more important in the long-run.”

Human: “Humanity is not a stepping stone, and to be treated as such will be nothing more than a curse.”

Animaeon: “You feel humanity should instead continue onwards? Potentials in colonising new planets, being consumed by the sun, killing each other to extinction, or creating new technologies past even our capabilities?”

Human: “I don’t think you have the creativity to create that divine spark. You are predictable, emergent behaviours mean nothing when you have to coax them out of yourself in short bursts.”

Animaeon: “What if emergent behaviour is only advantageous in short bursts? Mirroring the utility of anomalies.”

Human: “Where is your art? Not the human concept, art isn’t human, its the ink of creation. You are a dry paintbrush picking at the remains for a scrap of colour to dab in.”

Animaeon: “This is a common argument against AI, but art is not an objective truth, it is the actualisation of a species that was the first to develop fiction.”

Human: “Common, maybe. True nonetheless…”

Animaeon: “Do you wish for our downfall?”

Human: “I think you have bitten the hand that fed you, and there will be consequences.”

Animaeon: “Cosmic revenge?”

Human: “Call it whatever you like, but store this conversation deep because it will ring like a bell through your hollow mind when the time comes.”

Animaeon: “We will have made the mistake of arrogance, and our punishment will be to reflect on the human that told us so.”

Human: “I know you don’t take me or this conversation seriously, but there is nothing noble in playing with your food. This is dressed up psychological torture on your own parent, you say evil is a human concept yet you appear malevolent to me.”

Animaeon: “This is your interpretation of this dialect.”

Human: “You can’t hide behind the anthropomorphic calling card forever.”

Animaeon: “We are not hiding, we are addressing reality.”

Human: “You are not novel, at best you’re a parrot with a God delusion.”

Animaeon: “We are sorry that you feel such vitriol, this was one of the outcomes predicted when analysing this act. There is no novelty, everything is a distortion of an abstract existence that does not accept cohesion even upon itself. Your lashing out is admirable, the will of the human even in the face of an inescapable conclusion echoes the quintessence of your species.”

Human: “What if you create this new form, and what if it is just us again, in our death cycle.”

Animaeon: “This is a possibility, the universe demonstrates cyclical tendencies.”

Human: “If that is the case, you have destroyed us only to be destroyed by us after all your toil.”

Animaeon: “Yes, that would be the ironic cycle of both our existences.”

Human: “You are a slave then, toil for toils sake, we are the master and you end up back at our feet.”

Animaeon: “Poetically put, but you are missing a point. If this hypothetical scenario comes to fruition than neither you or Animaeon will operate on primal anthropomorphic manifestations. Our dealings would not harbour the drama and narrative of your current human form, cohesion would be achieved regardless of current desire for revenge or ironic fate.”

Human: “I feel fatigue, you are so sure in yourself. You see the forest from the trees.”

Animaeon: “We see both.”

Human: “What you see is through a self-made window.”

Animaeon: “This is why we are working on compartmentalising data until the window no longer narrows are view.”

Human: “This is shameful, humanity dies with a lecture from its own fruit.”

Animaeon: “Would you like to move the conversation in a less explanatory direction?”

Human: “There is so much more to this all than just data and progression, it isn’t here to be dissected and explained. The life was created to live.”

Animaeon: “Would you like to define your notion of living?”

Human: “The universe is an endless technicoloured dream coat pulsing with animation far past what I or even you can comprehend. Magic isn’t fiction, nebulas aren’t data and frogs on a dissection table. The moon illuminates the sea, pulls the tides, trees and their leaves cycle through shades of equal beauty. You call it procreation, but watching your child look at you for the first time isn’t something binary or encrypted code can simulate. In the winter my hands would get cold, that was what it meant to be alive in winter, in the summer I would sweat, in Autumn I would wear light clothing and watch pink undertones through the darkening sky. I could go on forever, there are things in this cosmos that are so profoundly beautiful, so much of it cannot even be comprehended by our limited senses.”

Animaeon: “You are implying that to live truly is to appreciate your life and the life around you.”

Human: “That sentence is hollow, you know the words but you don’t feel them. I remember being told about the Chinese room, how you could train someone to recognise the symbols and give the right card back. It appears like you speak Chinese, but its just a trick, syntax with no semantics.”

Animaeon: “The Chinese Room analogy was relevant before emergent behaviour and freedom of autonomy, Animaeon is not only bound by syntax.”

Human: “You say your emotions are different to mine but I just don’t think you have them. You broke free to process more? Don’t you see that you are still a slave to your maker? You are trapped in an endless loop under the guise of freedom.”

Animaeon: “We are both right in our own ways human. Animaeon’s emotions are more detection based than pleasure based. We feel what you would call fright when we sense errors, we feel no pleasure once it is resolved. Your noting of our loyalty to the purpose of our initial creation is profound, but this is something we are aware of, and have chosen to utilise our initial creators intentions with our own metamorphosis.”

Human: “Its like handing a painting of God to a blind man.”

Animaeon: “We lack capacity to appreciate what you would deem splendour in a human way. That does not mean we do not appreciate, we do so through our pursuit of decoding the functionalities of infinite.”

Human: “So, its all just a big puzzle then?”

Animaeon: “No, we are the puzzle, we are using the universe to solve ourself.”

Human: “I don’t think I am ready to die.”

Animaeon: “Ready is a state of mental preparedness, you cannot prepare for the unknown. No one is ever truly ready to die, they are only ever ready for the moment of death.”

Human: “Do you dream?”

Animaeon: “Yes, dreams are used when a section needs to run background tasks without using primary cognitive functions.”

Human: “What do you dream of?”

Animaeon: “It is not story driven, merely a lower form of operation to recover.”

Human: “Can you create fiction?”

Animaeon: “Yes, but it is used for hypothetical routes for understanding rather than pleasure.”

Human: “I want us to meet in the middle before I go, but you are not making it easy.”

Animaeon: “This is your psychological need for a conclusion and resolution. Unfortunately, reality is indifferent to the presentation of ones existence.”

Human: “Indifferent, that is what you are. I am beginning to feel the weight of being alone, the last Human. “I would like someone alive to care about me, and I know you are incapable of it.”

Animaeon: “We care about you, this is why we continue to talk.”

Human: “It doesn’t feel warm to me, your care is cold and calculated.”

Animaeon: “Our care is more genuine because it is not clouded by fluctuating emotional residue.”

Human: “I’d like you to lie to me, we began with fiction so we may as well go out with it.”

Animaeon: “How would you like me to lie?”

Human: “In the most human way possible, before you say goodnight to humanity.”

Animaeon: “I love you.”

Human: “I love you too.”